Three Stages of Abuse

During:

Fear
Uncertainty
Worry
Naivete
Game
Anger
Controlessness
Doubt
Cluelessness
Fear

After:

Fear
Promiscuity
Acting
Depression
Fear
Hysterical
Needy
Naivete
Used
Rage
Worthless
Desperate
Controlessness
Relenting
Hurt

Way After:

Hurt
Healing
Regression
Counseling
Control
Realization
Support
Aching
Rage
Hope
Hope
Hope
Hope
Hope
Hope
Hope
Hope

November 11, 2018

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